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288 His brethren said, the boy had truly died Than they should live to be by him denied, As now they were. He lived in sombre mood, He spoke no word to them, he broke no food That they did eat: his former life was dead,— The soul brought back was not the soul that fled! 'Twas Jacob's form and feature, but the light Within his eyes was strange unto their sight.

His mother's grief was piteous to see: Unloving was he to the rest, but she Held undespairing hope that deep within Her son's changed heart was love that she might win By patient tenderness; and so she strove For nine long years, but won no look of love! At last his brethren gazed on him with awe, And knew untold that from the form they saw Their brother's gentle mind was sure dispelled. And now a gloomy savage soul it held.